Deer fights back (funny story!)

[crazyjoedevola]

Found this gem this afternoon.

http://hosted.ap.org/dynamic/stories/O/ ... 1-20-13-17

SEDALIA, Mo. (AP) -- A hunter bagged a big buck on the second day of firearms season, but the kill caused him a lot of pain. Randy Goodman, 49, said he thought two well-placed shots with his .270-caliber rifle had killed the buck on Nov. 19. Goodman said the deer looked dead to him, but seconds later the nine-point, 240-pound animal came to life.

The buck rose up, knocked Goodman down and attacked him with his antlers in what the veteran hunter called "15 seconds of hell." The deer ran a short distance and went down, and died after Goodman fired two more shots.

Soon Goodman started feeling dizzy and noticed his vest was soaked in blood.

So he reached his truck and drove to a hospital, where he received seven staples in his scalp and was treated for a slight concussion and bruises.

[jah129]

Boy that story brings back some memories. Years ago when I was in high school, a buddy of mine called me on Christmas morning and said he had shot a pretty decent deer and couldnt find it. He said he made a good shot on the deer and needed some help. I left family Christmas not knowing the events that were about to occur. As I walked out of the house I happened to slip an old timer, folding lock blade knife I had just gotten that morning in my pocket. Well we get out to the place where he shot this deer and start looking. Now since this guy says he made a good shot, he, nor is son, nor I brought a gun to look for this deer. The search dragged on for about two and half hours through some of the thickest brush I have ever crawled through. I got so turned around in the 2 1/2 hours I had been crawling that I ended up right back on the powerline where we started. As I walked down the powerline to get my bearings I saw the buck jump up and run over the railroad tracks that were close by. I ran up the hill the tracks were situated on and looked down to see the deer standing there about 20 yards from me. By this time I had already hollered at the guys and told them where I was. Well the two guys get there with the dog that had been helping us look all morning only to then realize that we had nothing to dispatch this deer with. We could see he had been hit right above the knee joint in his left front leg. Well we are standing around talking about what to do and about this time the dog sees the deer and takes off down the hill after the deer. Now this dog is no hunting dog. He essentially was just running down to play with the deer and may try to lick it to death. At this point in my life I may have made one of the dumbest decisions I could possibly ever made. As I watched the dog run down after the deer all I could think was this dog is gonna run this deer off and we are never gong to see it again. Well about a million thoughts are running through my head and all of the sudden I remember the knife in my pocket. Operating under severe lack of judgement I popped the knife out and headed down the hill at the same moment the buck turned and headed my direction. Well the first attempt at this deer turned out not so good. As I got the bottom of the hill the buck saw me and headed straight at me, with the dog in tow licking at him. I dove back towards the hill just as the buck went by my body. At this point adrenaline really took over and for some reason all I could think was that deer just tried to kill me Im fixing to get him. Well the two guys I was with were on the four wheeler and the ground clearance wasn't enough for them to get over the high railroad tracks. They start down the tracks trying to keep up with the deer and the dog. By this time I had gotten up and was running on foot behind the deer and the dog. Now on any other day there would have been no way I would have caught this deer but for some reason the deer seemed so confused at the dog running beside him licking his leg and the four wheeler up on the tracks that he kept slowing down. Well I catch up to the deer after about 100 yards and for some dumb reason decide its a good idea to jump on his back. Well I hit the deer in the right front side with the knife. Bad mistake, the deer bucks like a bronco and slings me into a tree. All the while my two buddies are hollering at me to stop because I'm fixing to get killed. While the tree hurt a good bit it did not deter me in getting up and heading back toward the deer again. After about another 100 yards I catch up again and jump right back on the deer. This time the knife hit right in the top of the back strap on the right side. As the deer kicked me off once again the knife slid down the deers back essentially slowing him dramatically. Well by this time we have run about 300 yards down this railroad track, I am dead tired and dont know how many more rounds I can go with this deer. As I get off the ground one more time I see the deer still running and decide this would be my last chance. This time instead of jumping on his back I form tackled him from the back two legs. If you have ever wondered how strong a deer is, trust me , I can tell you, they are stronger than any human you can imagine. The two guys I was with jumped of the fourwheeler and came barrelling down the hill to help me once the deer went down. Now the deer was still giving us fits after it had been shot, stabbed in the side, stabbed in the back, and form tackled. We finally dispatched the deer and I tried to catch what breathe I could get. The deer ended up being a nine point with 4 inch bases. He is still the only deer I have ever felt was worthy enough to mount on my wall. To this day this ranks as the dumbest thing I could have ever done. I consider myself extremely lucky to have not been killed or seriously injured by that deer.

[Bigpoppa]

Had a 9pt kick my butt several years ago!

[BeastMaster]

jah.. i had a similar stupid incident happen to me.. coming home after a weekend of duck hunting.. was exhausted and looking forward to my bed.. got a call that my friend had killed a monster, would i come help find it.. in the dark... so of course i drive to raymond to help.. i learn early on that both of these guys are color blind.. which doesn't help the situation since we are looking for RED blood.. the guy is a dipstick anyway, he couldn't tell me where the deer was standing when he shot him so it was a crap shoot at best.. got on the blood trail, what little there was and began our epic trek.. the trail ran out so we spread out in a line.. later i picked the trail up again so we got back together. lost it again and spread out.. by this time its in the wee hours of the morning "still dark of course" and we have traveled over two property lines im sure maybe even a different county.. finally my light finds this deer bedded down.. i whisper to my buddies who are about 50 yards away, as quiet as you can whisper at someone that distance, that the deer is here.. well my buddy who had shot at the deer three times, raises his gun and shoots. i see mud fly up and the deer began to get up. i told him to shoot again and his reply was "i aint got no more bullets". i was only 20 yards from the deer so i whooped out my knife and had the bright idea to knife him to death.. adrenaline pumping i am on this deer quick.. i use my weight to lean on him while i make a quick cut across his throat.. but the beast is in rut and his kneck is huge.. i dont get his windpipe on that first try so i give him some quick jabs.. he's whoopin my booty this whole time trying to get up and get rid of me.. after jabbin him half a dozen times in the throat i bail off and watch him comence to blowing blood and bubbles out his throat and he soon dies.. my buddies have made it to me by this time and give me a big pat on the back because they were watching this whole time.. to my amazement the deer had been simply "GRAZED" by the bullet.. it had hit only a little meat on his haunches.. needless to say my buddy was a little disturbed when i announced that i had actually been the cause of the deer's death and i was claiming him as my own and he could keep the reward money he had offered us if we found this monster for him.. it wasn't until after the adrenaline stopped that i realized i had really been stupid for not bringing a pistol and even more dumb for jumping on a perfectly alive monster buck with a knife... i guess i was tired of tracking him and it was time to go home..